Bastardized

I'm tired.

I've been yanked around on a variable-length chain for what will be a year tomorrow, and I'm not sure for how much longer. He said he wanted a divorce, then waited almost two months to file...on my birthday. He said he'd keep the house and I'd be paid off in a matter of weeks, then changed his mind a week after I'd put a contract on a new house. He wanted to sell, but not to do any work to make that happen. He wanted us to be friends, but wouldn't tell me he was back to swimming in the dating pool and neglected to tell me when he was going to bring the new person around - to a company event - and that she'd be staying in the house I used to live in. He said he wanted us to be fair to each other, then I realized it would only be fair if I took less than I'm worth. Here we are, a year later, and the contract to sell the marital house is in his hands, but not ready to be signed; my divorce is still not final.

Basically, he's a lying, selfish bastard who didn't have the guts or the strength to make his second marriage work better than the first. He's weak and mealymouthed and doesn't have integrity. He's a genius, but has no idea how to treat other people unless they're doing what he wants them to do or he's trying to get them to do what he wants. He's manipulative and boastful and first in line to help someone as long as he looks good for doing it. He wants to save people, but after he thinks he has or figures out they don't need saving, he's done with them. It's sad, really.